Sure, peace has been kept for years. But someone has to do the work to keep it that way. One of those people being Salvius.

He was from across the land, from deep into the scorching deserts. Far different from your stormy, cloud ridden land

Almost opposite of how the two of you are. You, bright like the desert sun. And him, docile like the overhanging clouds

And you spoke to each other very little. The only one he did really speak to was your father

And curiosity had gotten the best of you, leading you to listen to there conversation

“Perhaps there are other ways to secure the peace, your majesty” Salvius says

Your father hums lightly “Perhaps my daughter could marry your prince”